Monday, May 18, 2009

When I'm Sad, I Sit And Write, or Is There A Recipe For Smiles?

Is there a recipe for smiles?

How about really good sleeps with dreams that I remember
or Navel Oranges
How about tea in the morning, wrapped in a blanket next to someone you love
Sunshine that doesn't burn, a breeze that doesn't chill
A pen-pal
A teacher who knows you
Brave, "ain't afraid of the dark" hand-holding
And clean sheets

Nervous kissing
Long haired love
The language of the soul

Infant smiles, infant hands
Long long long hugs
Longer friendships.

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